Baskadia

HAPPY MAN

Ona scorching and dry noon

That looks so innocent like an infant,

I sat wryly and gentle on a stool,

Nodding with a pale face in a saloon

Swayed away by tunes so pleasant

Something digressed the atmosphere

Into a state of malady

That made every being fidget:

A sharp and tiny sound like trumpet

Bleeding into the air,

Welcoming fear

I peeked out anxiously

Tiptoeing sheepishly

Craning my neck to gaze at the unknowns

Outside the street were living bones

Dancing vigorously with placards in hands

Shouting to the fullest

Obnoxious of the beads of sweats

Laced around their neck

Up and down they merry

with a boldly written words:

"VOTE FOR THE MAN THAT WILL MAKE YOU HAPPY"

In a colourful banner, so much lengthy

I stood expectantly to see who was who

Verily!

It was a black monkey

with a native cap lying lazily

on his crooked head like a pear

He was in an iron horse with four wheels

Wads of notes soaring in the air freely

And black bones began bumping on each other

Even little one's speedily ran to fetch for it

I wept within

It hurt more than a ear-spliting sirene

The Happy man promised only today

To wash our tomorrow away

He gave them hope of now

Blindfolding monarchs with robust cow

This is indeed the Happy man

That disrupted my happiness

This is indeed the Happy man

That killed ruthlessly my finesse

They that ushered him in to the throne

Will have themselves to blame all alone!

MANDAVE 2022